Liangcheng East Gate
The woman in the white dress who retreated without a fight walked alone on the cold and quiet street. She knew that she was no match for Fei Yingming, so she naturally would not have a head-on conflict with him.
And Fei Yingming didn't want to make the matter a big deal. After all, the woman in the white dress had made concessions, and he didn't want to offend such an enemy unless it was absolutely necessary.
Both sides can retreat safely. This is not only what Fei Yingming wants to see, but also what the woman in the white dress wants to see.
In short, if she failed to succeed this time, she would have many opportunities to do it in the future. She did not believe that Ziyang and others would stay in the ghost gate for the rest of their lives. As long as they left the ghost gate, her chance would come.
Zhizhi! Zhizhi!
A sharp sound suddenly came. She glanced sideways and saw several mice jumping up and down in the pile of rotting vegetable leaves. She raised her jade hand slightly, and before she could strike with her palm, she heard the sudden change of the wind in front of her.
The woman in the white dress looked along the sound and saw a man in black sitting leisurely on the east gate of Liangcheng under the soft moonlight, a sharp dagger turning at his fingertips.
The cold and indifferent face gives people a feeling that he is not easy to approach and does not dare to approach.
Her beauty changed slightly, but she still pretended to be calm and said, "Who are you?"
"Me? My surname is Qiu Leng. I have been waiting here for you for a long time." Qiu Leng did not look at her and was still turning the dagger, obviously not taking her seriously.
The woman in the white dress blinked her beautiful eyes and whispered: "Qiu Leng? Are you from the Western Continent? The son of the Poison Emperor Qiu Tiancha?"
Qiu Leng nodded naturally, looking cynical and did not answer her directly.
Holding the dagger in his hand, he slowly turned his head to look at her, a fierce look flashing in his indifferent pupils.
The woman in the white dress couldn't help but take a few steps back, her charming face turned pale, and her panic and nervous emotions were all revealed.
She has heard of Qiu Leng's name. He has never lost a battle in the same realm, and often defeats his opponents across realms. He is a leader among the younger generation.
Qiu Leng jumped down from the top of the city, walked slowly towards the woman in the white dress, and said, "You are very courageous, how dare you touch anyone?!"
"what are you up to?!"
"Nothing. I just want to tell you one thing. Once you touch some people, you have to pay a price! Do you understand?"
After saying that, he threw the dagger in his hand and stabbed the woman in the white dress at the throat. She opened her arms and leaned back to avoid it, but what came to her was the sole of Qiu Leng's foot. She slapped the ground with her jade hands, turned sideways several times, and successfully avoided it. his offense.
Ghost Gate
As soon as everyone entered the ghost gate, Qi Liang casually said a few words to Qi Long and then left alone.
Qilong led Ziyang and others into a spacious and elegant house and said, "You guys rest here for a while. I will inform you again after the master has prepared the banquet."
Before the others in Ziyang could speak, Xuan Yi took the lead and said, "Qilong, you don't have wine and you don't have food, you can't just let us stare at you here, can you?"
"That's right, that's right. We're here to be guests in your ghost house. This is the friendship of the landlord... Hehe, you can't refuse, right?" Zhufeng looked at Qilong with a smile, but didn't speak too clearly. .
Qi Long was an honest man and knew what the two of them were thinking, so he asked directly: "The master of the sect will probably prepare a drunken dream for you, why don't you wait a moment?"
"What are you waiting for?! Just bring me the wine quickly. You don't have to worry about attending the banquet later." Xuan Yi said clearly.
Zhufeng echoed: "Yes, yes. Let's have some wine to clear our mouths first. You still owed us a jar of wine last time in the Zhuliu Mountains."
Qi Long didn't want to whet the appetite of the two of them, not to mention that the last time he was in the Zhuliu Mountains, he asked Zhufeng for divination, and he indeed owed the two of them a jar of wine.
Now, Zhufeng brought up the matter. He took out the wine jar without hesitation, placed it on the table beside Xuan Yi, and said, "You guys drink this wine first, I'll go out and take a look."
After Qi Long left, Zi Yang sat next to Hua Yao and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
Hua Yao's delicate hand caressed the injured arm and said softly: "It's nothing serious, I just need to rest in peace for a while."
Xiaohai held Ziyang's hand and said nothing.
Pei Yuan pinched his painful arm and said, "Liangcheng is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. The strength of the woman who hurt us today is really unfathomable."
When he said this, the faces of Ziyang, Jia Juesheng and others were slightly condensed.
Zhufeng took a sip of wine and questioned: "Is she as powerful as you said? Didn't Xuan Yi stab her?"
Pei Yuan smiled and shook his head: "She doesn't regard us as opponents at all. To put it bluntly, she is just teasing us."
"Pei Yuan is right. That woman's level is far beyond ours. It would be easy for her to kill us." Xuan Yi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said.
From the moment the woman in the white dress easily destroyed his broken sword, he understood that her strength was extraordinary. He was able to leave a scar on her face. It could be said that luck accounted for 90% of it.
boom!
Jia Jue was so angry that he punched the table with his fist, sulking. If he had the Origin Stone in his hand, he really wanted to compete with the woman in the white dress.
Zhufeng said with lingering fear: "We are already very lucky. Didn't you hear what Qi Long said, that woman just castrated a sword cultivator a few days ago. We are lucky to have not been castrated by her."
Jia Juesheng looked at Zi Yang and suggested: "Zi Yang, since the leader of the Ghost Sect is so enthusiastic, why don't you just ask him for some Source Stone? What do you think?"
Zi Yang immediately refused and said, "Not very good. If he hadn't arrived in time today, the consequences would have been disastrous. We have already caused trouble to others by living here. How can I still have the nerve to carry the Origin Stone with him?"
Jia Juesheng asked: "Have you ever thought that once we leave here and lose the barrier of the ghost gate, if we meet that woman today again, who can resist her?"
Pei Yuan agreed: "I think what Jia Juesheng said makes sense. If he has the Origin Stone in his hand, it will be beneficial and harmless to us. Ziyang, would you like to think about it again?"
Ziyang: "..."
While several people were talking, Xuan Yi took a few sips of wine, then stood up and walked out the door without saying a word.
Zhufeng immediately asked: "Xuan Yi, where are you going?"
Xuan Yi stopped and turned his back to him: "The room is too stuffy. I want to go out and get some air."
Zhufeng asked happily: "Aren't you going to drink this wine too?"
Xuan Yi ignored him, opened the door and walked out.
However, when he habitually held the scabbard with his left hand and tried to touch the handle with his thumb, it shook helplessly in the air a few times. After a brief hesitation, he went out without looking back.
Xuan Yi sat on the steps outside the door, unhooking the scabbard from his waist and holding the scabbard in front of him, recalling the days when he slept with Yi Dao Yi Jian.
Use them to overcome thorns and overcome obstacles. . . . . .
However, now that the scabbard of the sword is there, the sharp blade and blade can never be sheathed by him again.
In the room
Jia Juesheng saw that Xuan Yi had a bad look on his face. He looked at Zi Yang and pointed at the door that had been closed long ago: "Zi Yang, this..."
Zhufeng looked at everyone, then buried his head in drinking without saying a word.
Guisan happened to see Xuan Yi's embarrassing scene and whispered: "His remaining broken swords are all gone. They were destroyed by that seductive woman."
Gui Ji immediately glared at him, as if to say, don't mention other people's sad things.
Pei Yuan looked at Zi Yang and reminded, "Zi Yang, you should go and have a look. After all, he lost all his swords just to protect us."
Xiaohai looked up at Ziyang.
"You take care of Xiao Hai for me, I'll go out and take a look." Zi Yang pushed Xiao Hai to Hua Yao and went out.
Outside the door, Xuan Yi's palm gently brushed the scabbard. He didn't know what he was thinking with his eyes dull. Zi Yang quietly came to sit on the steps beside him.
With a tremble of his fingers, he immediately put away the scabbard and asked with a smile: "Why did you come out?"
Zi Yang didn't answer as he asked: "That sword and sword have been with you for many years, right?"
Xuan Yi didn't hide it from him, and said truthfully: "The sword was personally selected for me by Boss Shan when I entered the Sword Mansion."
"After leaving the Zhuliu Mountains, the sword can no longer be used. I originally wanted to ask Boss Shan to give me another sword, but he refused."
"That's it, I always carry them with me..."
"It's a pity that they didn't escape their fate. Until today, they finally left you." Zi Yang suddenly said something, which was exactly what Xuan Yi wanted to say but didn't say it.
Xuan Yi exhaled, forced a smile, and said: "Compared with like-minded people, swords are no longer so important. Friendship is eternal, and it is what I lack."
"They stayed with me for many years, but when they left, they found true friendship for me."
Zi Yang stretched out his palm, grabbed the scabbard of the sword with him, and said seriously: "Let me find the empty part in the scabbard for you."
Xuan Yi said more profoundly: "The Wasteland Ruins are different from the Zhuliu Mountains. Although there are many rare treasures inside, there are also certain dangers. If the sword is gone, you can find it again, but if the person is gone, you can never find it again. ”
Zi Yang knew what he meant and said, "My luck has always been good. I believe that this trip to the desert ruins will not be too bad."
"I heard that Gui Men's Zuimeng Wuyou Wine is quite famous. How about you give me a few jars and pay the interest first?" Xuan Yi looked at him with a smile.
The only thing he has learned from following Shan Ya for so many years is his mastery of interest rates.
Of course, when it comes to interest, there is still a certain gap between him and the cunning Shan Ya.
Zi Yang agreed immediately without even thinking about it: "Okay! I will make it clear to the leader of the Ghost Sect later and try to ask him for a few jars of good wine to give to you and Zhufeng."
Xuan Yi looked at the majestic black figure walking this way, and he knew without guessing that it must be Qi Long.
He stood up, held the scabbard of the sword in his hands, slowly handed it to Zi Yang, and said, "I'm waiting for the day when you return them to me intact."
"I shouldn't keep you waiting too long." Ziyang took it with both hands and nodded solemnly.
